Karolana's Changing Experiences: A Narrative Fiction

In a moment of insanity, in a single second, in a single mistake, a decision that you make in a moment could all change the course of the next few months of your life. I was in my car, my tears fogging up the window of my mom’s blue Honda Pilot, the tension clogging up the air. I can feel my sweat and tears dripping down my face, more tears than I have had in awhile. It feels different. I began to wonder why the tears came down this much. The only thing I could hear was the faint radio, which my mom had turned down, my face is pressed against that window looking into the distance, hoping for a miracle. I could see the sadness of my mom’s eyes looking back at me every few seconds. Those seconds ticking into minutes, all of them in which

I decided to sit in the front as the navigator alongside with my father having possession of the wheel. As my father was driving, my sister was explaining why she is so excited to watch the movie. My sister then proclaimed, “It’s a movie that is based on the novel written by Suzanne Col--.” At that moment my sister stopped midway through her conversation, pointing with fear at a motorcyclist having blood gushing through his leg. The man glanced deep into my eyes, and I thought in my mind that will never happen to me. It was a tragedy when I observed the accident, and I was acting a bit too conceited. Two miles had passed the traffic from this accident was tremendous, a full stop. Luckily, my father spotted in the corner of his pupil that the nearest lane to the sidewalk was accessible, and nobody was driving on it surprisingly. We went ahead to move to the right, changing lanes carefully to reach the lane. At that instant, my dad then increased speed to 45 miles per hour to get to the theatre slightly quicker. As we were advancing through this lane at immense speed, a Toyota Civic with a brown tint then tried to change lanes. My dad was furious that he did not want the car to cut him off when it was his right of way. My dad then commented with a temper, “No!” Stomping on the gas pedal, he increased his acceleration to a rushing 75 miles per hour to prevent the car from cutting us off. The car continued to change lanes carelessly without a turn signal. At that moment, all I remembered was glass being shattered everywhere. My heart then stopped, and I was whiplashed with massive force having my head collide with the dashboard. Furthermore, all I saw was pitch black, and I did not know what was happening. After six minutes have passed, I regained some consciousness, shaking my head and trying to gain coordination with my eyes. All that I could hear is an old woman’s voice with

I remember dropping my phone and looking up when I heard Jerrick’s friend yell “Oh—!” Do you know how people say everything happens in slow motion when you’re in a car accident? I can confirm that. Everything just went 10x slower. It was like someone had put the slow-motion feature on me. It didn’t even feel real. I remember everything going fuzzy, the entire world turned into a bright blur of colors. My head was spinning and as we were hit I felt myself hit something, which may have caused the dizziness. I was really confused in the minutes following. I didn’t know what happened until I heard my step-brother say, “Get out of the car!” I think I heard myself say “I’m trying, I can’t...” but it didn’t sound

After taking the car keys from the drawer and leaving a scribbled note taped to the refrigerator, explaining her absence, she left the house. About an hour later, she was driving down an unknown road when suddenly it happened. A truck appeared out of nowhere and collided with the car. To Tessa, it all seemed to happen in slow motion. She felt a tremendous jolt that shook her whole body.

She couldn’t comprehend anything while her body came in contact with the cold marble. He was real. She opened her eyes and saw Ryan standing in the corner. He was looking at her with no emotion in his eyes and a smile creeping on his face. How could the doctor say this was all her imagination? How could he just be an illusion? Using all of the strength she had left, she opened her eyes again. Her father had returned home, his eyes filled with tears as he locked his sight over his daughter’s bloody wrists, he held her and hurriedly called for an ambulance. She could hear the sirens from the ambulance that was coming to her house, for her. Paramedics rushed her into the ambulance while her teary eyes searched in the secluded area where she last saw him but he wasn’t there. She could hear the sirens as it moved and made its way through the empty roads. But there was no use now, it was too late to finally understand that he wasn’t her saviour, he was her inner

The rain was pouring down as if the world knew of what cruel fate has been foretold. The pitter patter of the rain seemed endless. Time seemed to slow down to a stop, where I was in a continuous motion of self-conflict to decide if I wanted to try and persuade Rahim anymore. I was in a motion of self-doubt whether or not it was up to me to accept what my best friend wants, but is it necessarily what is the best for him? The car’s lights cut through the rain revealing what was in front of us. How I wished that there would suddenly be an accident that would stop us from going to the bus stop, yet I was duty bound and I had to do the right thing, even though I hold a vast amount of grudge against it. Inside the car there was a sense of static within the air, Rahim was holding his child in the back with silent tears rolling down their faces, whilst I couldn’t shed a single tear, even for my brother or son as they were about to leave my world.

“What do you want to say?” Looking at her, my thoughts were clouded. My head ached and my heart did the same. “I think I love you,” I managed, “that’s all.” Her fingers traced my hand that was lying limp on the cool metal, and she tied them into mine like a knot. “Come here.” was all she said. I jumped up and looked at the poisonous girl with the toxic dreams, and moved my face closer to hers. Foreheads touching, I stared into her jadedly beautiful emerald eyes. Pulling my free hand towards her face, my thumb traced the outline of her jaw. I moved my fingers through her hair, and she sat there, but she seemed content. Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. I couldn’t kiss her. Not now. Not when she smelt like an odor that would stain my life, and stick with me forever, but I stayed there, running my fingers through her hair. Inhale. Double inhale. Exhale. “The only thing I’ll ever be able to love is darts.” She got up and left, and I sat on the hood of my car in

It was a summer’s night. A Friday if I remember correctly. A humid shower glazed over the town with musky, pink skies. Oscar, Brad and myself packed the car with our tents and supplies. The roads were wet but we were eager to reach the camping grounds up in the hills. Oscar assured us he would drive. I knew the roads were dangerous so I sat in the back. With tents either side of me, we took off. The air conditioner drifted in fumes which smelt of petrol. It was a rough, jerky ride along the dirt roads. Two hours in, I suggested we stop for a short rest. I could see Brad’s eye lids closing uncontrollably. He turned around to look at me. His hands were firmly gripped on the steering wheel. As he turned towards me his hands followed.

You look to your right as a van rams into the driver’s side of your car. The pain came after the last breath moved through you. You feel your bones crunch in your body, and you scream, but the scream of the bending metal overlaps yours. The impact of the crash sends your car sliding into another vehicle. Another ear-piercing scream escapes from your mouth. The last thing you thought of before the numbness took over was your love, your reason of happiness.

It was a hard day at work. I went home to sit on the balcony. I watched the street fill slowly with people. I watched their interactions as I always did while basking in the sunlight. I closed my eyes and listened to the sounds of the streets below. I sat like this for a while, tanning my already sun-kissed face. The sun always made my mind go foggy. Opening my eyes, I decided to tune back into the lives of the people walking below. I saw a funeral procession pass by. Children that had been running on the street parted so the cars could pass by. The glare off of the windows blinded me and I had to look away. Cars continued to whir, people continued to laugh; the world continued on.

“Hoonnkk!” was the only sound Iliana was able to hear when she woke up and lifted her head up off the glove compartment. Her head hurt and she had a huge gash right across her scalp where she felt and saw blood. She looked to her left side and saw her father passed out over the steering wheel, who too was bleeding. Iliana suddenly remembered what had happened a few minutes ago; a man in a red sports car was coming full speed, crashing his front bumper into our rear bumper and because of the impact it sent both my father and I flying towards our car’s windshield, knocking us both out cold. Iliana was still dizzy, but out of the burnt rubber and smoke, she was still able to smell the scent of hard liquor in the air, she could not believe that

But just when I thought the day couldn’t get any better it turned for the worse. Suddenly, everything happened in a blink of an eye and my world seemed to have ceased. We were t-boned right at an intersection by a massive truck that didn’t stop. The car accident, which was displayed for all to see, was a monstrous mess. I saw both the driving wheel and dashboard were compacted, the cracked windshield, and the doors that were all dented as well as the two windows shattered on my side of the van where the truck hit us. The impact was heard as well as felt as the car jolted forward. We had flipped multiple times and suddenly I wasn’t

I rushed down the stairs behind my mom with Sophie following closely behind me. I hopped into the front seat before Sophie, the trivial fact of ‘shotgun’ forgotten. The ride there was quiet, except for my sniffling. I have always been a baby, and I have cried for the simplest things. But when we got there, my eyes were dry and so was my mouth. I couldn’t speak and I couldn’t breathe. My dad was sitting on the side of the road, his motorcycle laying chipped apart ahead of him. The huge red motorcycle that was shiny and impeccable, now lay dented and chipped on its side. My mom put the car in park and hopped out. My Dad didn’t want all the drama associated with the rescue squad coming, and he was at least 2 minutes away from the hospital. So he didn’t want to call anyone.

The moment her heart stops beating is the same moment he appears and time freezes. Two cars are crunched side by side in a ravine, windows shattered with floating glass, a girl’s face stretched out in a scream. He observes the wreckage before his eyes land on her corpse. The girl didn’t die instantly, unlike the mother in the other car. The girl’s last moments were instead filled with agony as her life slipped around the branch that had broke through the side window and pierced her windpipe. He regards her lifeless body before walking over to her side of the car. When he reaches for her face, his hand phases through the broken glass. He brushes his hand along her dead eyes before slowly pulling back. As he does this, her wispy soul is coaxed out of its bodily confines to float next to him. Her spirit gradually materializes to match her appearance before the accident. There she stands, staring blindly at the tragedy before her.

The glass shattered into a million pieces, I felt the force of being thrown backwards like gravity had suddenly changed directions, and then it changed again, thrusting me forwards. I looked down at the steering wheel as the airbag inflated, everything was in slow motion, but I missed the airbag, and flew right over it through the windscreen and onto the car in front, bouncing off onto the ground. The daily trip to the gym doesn’t usually go like this, something must be wrong. Minutes later the sirens echoed through the wreck of the three cars, I waited on the ground; the whole world was upside down now. I watched as my owner got dragged out of the wreck, his legs were in worse shape than the cars, and let me tell you the cars were in very bad shape. I prayed that he wouldn’t forget me; I prayed that he would come back for me and find me. And he did. It was only an hour later when he came back for me. He rolled up on a chair with wheels to the scene of the accident, which turned out to be a crime scene because the car that ran up the back as stolen. He lifted the tape up and rolled under it, then came and picked me up. He dusted me off and then put me back on his eyes where I belonged, I was his favourite pair of sunglasses, I was his one and only, and he loved me, so I knew he would come back for me.